Prologue
Chomper stomped around the small valley, brooding on his next move. It had been 5 years since that incident and 10 since he left the valley. But the incident still lay burned into his memory, and no matter what he tried, he could not get rid of it.
Of course, if you lose your family, then it never does leave. His mate, Alberta, had been guarding their nest while he hunted for prey. But suddenly, he had heard that roar, that cry for help that hatchling's used when in danger, or adults when they needed their mate.
He had rushed to them, but he was to late. Alberta lay in a pool of blood and their eggs were crushed, he even saw one tiny hatchling laying on the ground, skewered by a threehorn. Something snapped that day. All the love of flatteeth, all the need to defend them, all the feeling of belonging with them, was destroyed that day.
Chomper even completely forsaken his own name, and had renamed himself Silverclaw, and gave himself a scar on his eye that caused that eye to go completely red, he made himself unrecognizable.
He then searched for followers, and he got them alright. But before he did, he made sure to carve out his name among sharpteeth and flatteeth alike. He patrolled the mysterious beyond, and anytime he came across another animal, he killed it.
However when it came to packs, he often let one go so they could spread the news, and spread it did. Within a year his name was feared, and nobody who stood up to him lived.
He also began calling for followers, and they came. They were a mixed bunch, both in species and goal. Some were weak seeking protection, ambitious seeking glory, and thuggish seeking more refined forms of cruelty.
He eventually had 25 in his pack, aswell as their families. He also used them to spread his name, he would tell them to find certain dinosaur herds and then he would attack them.
They wiped out Tippy's herd, leaving no survivors. They nearly massacred Ali's herd. They slaughtered dozens of farwalker herds. And in all this bloody terror, he left the Great Valley untouched, he allowed no leaf eaters to get there, and soon, many saw it as to dangerous to go to, even if the valley itself was safe, the area outside was a graveyard.
In the end, even Redclaw came to fear him. Chomper, or as we should call him, Silverclaw, took wicked pleasure in this, and soon took it upon himself to personally kill the once famed sharptooth.
Screech and Thud abandoned Redclaw after that and joined his pack, and eventually entered his inner circle. These 5 were given permission to command other members of the pack ore make decisions, though Silverclaw could always veto any of them.
But as this reign of terror continued, Silverclaw loosened his iron grip on the Dinosaur world, and allowed one herd to get through. That is where our story begins...
